Let the moment be sooner, he swiftly decided.
So she went and saw.
Half-way up the attic stairs she began to sniff, and as he turned the knob of the attic door for her she said, "What a smell of paint! I fancied yesterday----" If she had been clever enough she would have said, "What a smell of masterpieces!" But her cleverness lay in other fields.
"You surely haven't been aspinalling that bath-room chair ?...

Oh!" This loud exclamation escaped from her as she entered the attic and saw the back of the picture which Priam had lodged on the said bath-room chair--filched by him from the bath-room on the previous day.

She stepped to the vicinity of the window and obtained a good view of the picture.

It was brilliantly shining in the light of morn.

It looked glorious; it was a fit companion of many pictures from the same hand distributed among European galleries.